Interlude

A/N: A few missing scenes that were going to end up in the story, but never actually made it. I suppose this will clear a few things up.

#1 Pre Chapter 1/Post Complications

A/N: This was actually going to be the first chapter, but what ended up as the first chapter had a better feel to it. This picks up right where Complications left off. It's basically their 'first time'. Oh, by the way, make up whatever you want with the appearence of Don's penis. I'm not going off explaining turtle dicks in 'vivid detail'.

Donatello's eyes grew wide at the suggestion, and suddenly he was tired anymore. He nervously cleared his throat, and stuttered out "W..What do you mean?"

April smirked at him. "You're a very smart man, Donatello. Don't play dumb with me, I wont buy it."

Donnie could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks (and southwards) as he squeezed his eyes shut in embarrassment. "Ap..April!" he squeaked as she ran a tongue up his neck and nipped at his pulse point.

"Look at me, Donatello." April whispered. Donnie opened his eyes and looked at her quizzically. When he looked at her she grabbed hold of her nightie and lifted it rather tentatively. His eyes grew wide, his mouth hanging slightly open, as he watched as more and more of her creamy skin was revealed him, until finally her breasts were free from the confinement; her rosy nipples growing hard from the cool air.

He opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a pained groan. That was the moment he lost control. He lunged forward into a sitting position, pulling her up with him, his hands grabbing hold of her hips, pinning her on his lap. Almost immediately, he latched his mouth onto her nipple; one of his hands left her hip to tweak and pull on the other.

April cried out, and her hands grabbed a hold of his head, holding him where he was, desperately trying to pull him closer. She grinded her hips against him, delighting in the pressure his hard lower plastron made. She felt his muscles tense and he pulled back, his face contorted in pain.

"Did I hurt you?"

"N..No." he opened his eyes and looked at her, his pupils blown wide with lust.

She ran her hand down his plastron, quite shocked to find a prominent bulge at his lower plastron. Donatello gasped as her hand ghosted over where he was hidden. No, she didn't hurt him, quite the opposite she realized. Suddenly, she pressed down on his bulge, and he yelped as he dropped down from his hiding place instinctively. He squeezed his eyes shut, his cheeks burning bright red as silence filled the room.

His eyes flung open as he felt April's hand close around his member. "April.." he moaned softly as she gingerly stroked him root to tip.

"I need you." fell from her mouth as she buried her head in his neck, stroking his member harder now.

He felt his hand sliding down until it rested between her legs. April stopped stroking him, bucking toward his hand. Her panties were soaked, and he could feel the heat of her desire coming off in waves. He began stroking her through the fabric of her panties.

He needed to stop. He couldn't stop. His hands were acting of their own accord. He'd passed the point of no return; he'd lost the battle for control, and frankly, he didn't care.

"Donnie.." she breathed as he stroked her faster. "Donnie, please... Don't stop.." she moaned as he slipped his hand inside of her panties. She gasped as his cold finger brushed against her clit.

He rubbed in circles now, adding more and more pressure with each flick of his finger. "Donnie.." she moaned into his neck.

"April.." he whispered back to her.

"I want you." she moaned. "I want you inside of me." he stopped his movements; April gave a little whimper at his stillness. He withdrew his hand slowly and she pulled away from his neck to look at him.

She lifted off of him only for a moment, slipping her panties down her legs and kicking them off somewhere along with her nightie. Don flipped her over, so he was on top, and steadied himself. April's hand enclosed around him and directed him towards her entrance.

"April?" it was a question, silently imploring an answer from her. She knew the answer all too well.

"Yes." she growled, writhing against him.

He couldn't stop the inhuman churring noise as he pushed forward into her warm depths. At that moment, all knowledge and reasoning went out the window. He no longer knew complex equations, or simple ones for that matter; all he knew was April. She was hot and wet and so tight. It was godly inside of her.

He never believed in heaven, and the thought crossed his mind that he had died and gone to it. He was with the girl of his dreams in the most carnal manner. He could die tomorrow, and die the happiest man in the world. He'd reached his nirvana.

"Oh god.." she shuddered as he slowly pulled out before pushing in again. He grunted as his manhood slipped in and out of her tight opening.

He could feel himself climbing higher and higher, the ball of lust in his groin becoming tighter and tighter, until April's climax came sudden, her walls clamped around him, and when she went over the edge, Don followed; he exploded inside of her, his seed oozing from their still connected parts.

He fell to the bed beside her, seeing white and feeling April everywhere. He moved his head to see the sight before him; April was basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat.

She turned to Don, her bosom heaving. She looked at him and smiled. "That was..."

"Yeah." he agreed. He smiled back, flashing his gap at her. "Ashiteru." April looked at him quizzically. "It means 'I love you'."

"Oh. I love you too." she cuddled next to him, and buried her face in the crook of his neck. It wasn't long until her breathing evened out as she drifted off into a deep sleep.

#2 Post Chapter 3

A/N: I promised myself I wasn't gonna do it. But I guess ya'll deserve the other half of chapter 3. This was originally part of chapter 3 but... I couldn't take myself seriously with this in it. And plus, it's only like 10 sentences.

She wasn't sure how she ended up in his room. The last thing she remembered was confronting him in the dojo. Now she was pinned against a purple comforter, naked, with a very horny Donatello above her, staring into her eyes hungrily.

He didn't ask. He just rammed himself inside of her. He wasn't gentle. It wasn't for her this time. It was rushed, and it was quick, and it was rough. And she loved it.